Pass around the grog (Padstow Drinking Song) - for what it says on the can

This has a number of titles -- getting that of the Padstow Drinking Song when it was collected in Padstow from a man who did not know it's name (too much drinking I suspect). It has been claimed that the Cape is Cape Cornwall. Like other drinking songs the verses are easy to alter for the circumstances -- most of the ones here are as sung by Tommy Morrissey and Charlie Pitman but with a bit from Mudcat. Sung by Alan Rosevear in Exeter. Roud Number 1252, This was a Jon Boden A Folk Song a Day.

PASS AROUND THE GROG .
Pass around the grog, me boys, and never mind the score,.
Drink the good old liquor down before we call for more.
For 'tis he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy,.
See, see the cape's in view and forward my brave boys.

Here's a health unto her majesty and long may she reign,.
Queen of all the seven seas and the pride of the Spanish main,.
For 'tis he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy,.
See, see the cape's in view and forward my brave boys.

The misers are the worst in this world,. they ofttimes count the score.
But give to me contentment,. I'll never ask for more.
For 'tis he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy,
See, see the cape's in view and forward my brave boys.

Never drunk shall he be called who rises from the floor,
He who can rise alone and still can take some more.
For 'tis he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy,
See, see the cape's in view and forward my brave boys.

There's one thing more I'll ask of you before you count the score,
Give to me the girl I love and the key of the cellar door,
For 'tis he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy
See, see the cape's in view and forward my brave boys.

Once more unto her majesty and let the toast go round
Confusion to her enemy where ever they are found
For 'tis he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy,
See, see the cape's in view and forward my brave boys.